After saying that, Li Yuntang switched to a comfortable position, holding the soft pillow in his arms without care for the pillow's tangled emotions, and said indifferently, "Good night, Xiaye."
"... Good night." Yan Xiaye, still not recovered from her astonishment, mumbled goodnight and gently closed her eyes.
She had thought she would definitely be unable to sleep because of Li Yuntang's sudden suggestion, but she had overlooked how busy she had been running around these past few days.
Nearly ten minutes after they said goodnight, the gentle breathing of the little woman in his arms added a trace of vitality to the luxurious and cold room as her breaths rustled softly.
The man holding her subtly curved his lips upward, his deep voice echoing in the room, "Have a good dream."
...
The next morning, when Yan Xiaye got out of bed, Li Yuntang had already prepared breakfast.
